An Ode To Death As Told By Emily Dickinson
Death sets a thing significant
A LONG, long sleep, a famous sleep
For heaven is a different thing
Too bright for our infirm Delight
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
And handled with a chain.
And might o’erwhelm me so!
To the magician's mind -
Much madness is divinest sense
Myself
Sharp pittances of years,
Wild nights - Wild nights!
THE BRAIN is wider than the sky,
I measure every grief I meet.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
When Butterflies - renounce their “drams” –
the power to die –
I felt a funeral in my brain.
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
I am not used to Hope—
I am afraid to own a Soul –
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
Going to Heaven! I don't know when—
I heard a fly buzz when I died.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He questioned softly why I failed?
"Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
the things that Death will buy will
haunt the World.
I REASON, earth is short.
THE SOUL should always stand ajar.
Obsequious angels wait!
LET down the bars, O Death
Upon the mortal side.
Land, ho! Eternity!